[ Sure, Khan gets down there -- after which he pretty much just goes down on John, never making it past his crotch where he leans in and kisses his way over his stomach instead, downwards, very downwards, very focused, shit. Briefs, out of the way, a glance up at John who's basically in front row seats for the show, then the man just unceremoniously sucks his cock in between his lips. John stares. A couple of dumbfounded seconds, just stares, mouth falling open and his heartbeat exploding in his chest, blood pumping quickly, as the surge of heat rushes through him, from his cock and out into every single functional limb he's got. Khan just keeps coaxing him further into his mouth, down his throat, easing into an uncoordinated back and forth movement between the man's lip, the suction of his mouth, the wetness, warmth, it all makes John's toes positively curl, doesn't it? ]
God. [ Head dropping back as he breathes heavily through his mouth, John stares up at the ceiling, shadow and light playing across the white surface. Khan then, good man that he is, fuck, swallows him to the base, burying his nose in John's pubic hair and staying there, because John is apparently sleeping with the only bloody man in the entire universe who doesn't actually need oxygen, Christ... He makes a low noise in the back of his throat, remembering how he could actively fuck the man's throat last time, without any complications and he licks his lips a bit nervously, going for a careful first thrust forward, pushing down the man's throat just that extra inch, the thought making absolutely every nerve ending he has anywhere, bloody hell, sing. If they keep this up, he's going to come before time and that's no fun, no premature orgasms today, please. It's been too good, too good. He stops himself from thrusting forward again, the muscles in his thighs straining underneath his skin. Sweat breaking out. It feels quite -- perfect, really, spectacular, incredible, he could literally go on and on and on.
He just chooses not to. Restraint for the sake of -- what, exactly? Khan will be gone in the morning. And John will go back to waiting for everything and everyone. His muscles tremble. He groans, slowly reaching down with one hand to run his fingers softly through Khan's hair. A dark shadow in his lap. ] -- Amazing.
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God. [ Head dropping back as he breathes heavily through his mouth, John stares up at the ceiling, shadow and light playing across the white surface. Khan then, good man that he is, fuck, swallows him to the base, burying his nose in John's pubic hair and staying there, because John is apparently sleeping with the only bloody man in the entire universe who doesn't actually need oxygen, Christ... He makes a low noise in the back of his throat, remembering how he could actively fuck the man's throat last time, without any complications and he licks his lips a bit nervously, going for a careful first thrust forward, pushing down the man's throat just that extra inch, the thought making absolutely every nerve ending he has anywhere, bloody hell, sing. If they keep this up, he's going to come before time and that's no fun, no premature orgasms today, please. It's been too good, too good. He stops himself from thrusting forward again, the muscles in his thighs straining underneath his skin. Sweat breaking out. It feels quite -- perfect, really, spectacular, incredible, he could literally go on and on and on.
He just chooses not to. Restraint for the sake of -- what, exactly? Khan will be gone in the morning. And John will go back to waiting for everything and everyone. His muscles tremble. He groans, slowly reaching down with one hand to run his fingers softly through Khan's hair. A dark shadow in his lap. ] -- Amazing.